The article in the link above was my first read this morning. It touched my heart, and faces of friends immediately came to mind.
To say I love and appreciate my friends would be an understatement.
They are truly the treasures of our lives, and sometimes they might even have four legs.
Though we may take them for granted at times or even rarely see them, our true friends have planted special places in our hearts.
A good visit with a good human friend can do more for our mental well being than just about any pill available.
And, when we can have those visits on a regular basis and talk about just about any ol' thing without feeling threatened and laugh a whole lot, it's like the fabled elixirs: good for the body, the mind, the heart and the soul.
Hope you enjoy the snippets about friends mentioned in the story above and that images of your true blue buddies come to mind.
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I liked this Facebook post by my brother Mike and totally agree.
For the past two months, I, like many, have been watching the continuing "good versus evil" battle that Putin's Russia has unleashed in Ukraine.
Every day, included with the dispatches about the latest unjustified destruction and killing, there are interviews with the ordinary Ukrainians who are the innocent victims of Russia's inexplicable, illogical aggression.
We've watched interviews with Ukrainian soldiers, politicians, traumatized children, grieving family members, trapped grandmothers.
Given the unspeakable horrors inflicted upon them, one might logically expect to hear the hopeless pleadings of surrender and defeat.
Allowing for the possibility that our media folk may be somehow screening what we're seeing and hearing, the fact is that it doesn't seem to matter whether we're hearing the witness of a 13-year old kid who faces a life of permanent injury or an 85-year old great grandmother, the refrain is consistent and repeating: "We're fine; we are going to win!" I'm amazed.
I can't recall seeing such consistent hope and conviction amid such total wretchedness. These people are amazing. They can't be allowed to fail.
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It's another beautiful morning, and while I was writing the paragraphs above, I was also reading texts from my next-door neighbor who wondered if I had been walking in the woods this morning.
Why?
A young moose suddenly appeared in her yard, seemingly spooked. That just about the time that Bridie and I were rounding the corner from the woods into our yard.
I responded that we did not see the moose, nor did Bridie get its scent---both a good thing.
Besides her usually sniffing and my usual "This way . . . that way" to guide that nose the same direction I was going, this morning's walk involved the resident pair of geese which seem to love our fields, our tree tops and the building roofs.
Today, they had moved to the woods side of the fields where they kept a steady conversation going as we walked by.
Twould be nice to be able to translate goose talk.
And, so gooses and mooses, oh my! What a way to start the day.
I'll finish mowing the lawn for the first official time today. Yesterday's good start on the lawn ceased when it was time to go inside and thaw out.
Plenty to do each day as we say good bye to April.
And, it's all good.
Happy Thursday. I'll throw in a few Thursday Throwbacks to round out photos taken yesterday and this morning.
Thursday Throwbacks . . . .
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